The pieces of my broken heart are so small that they could be passed through the eye of a needle. I miss you like the sun misses the flower; like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct its light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to.....Hope guides me. It is what gets me through the day and especially the night. The hope that after you're gone from my sight it will not be the last time I look upon you.

this picture because represent my . Smashed, tired and bruised and I desperatley want my heart whole...the concept of your picture is brillant and I love it how it can be interpretated in billions of ways.Thank you for touching my heart